[Rey is tired. Too tired to be showing her face to the network after spending so much of her mental energies fighting the fire from burning down her home, as well as other endeavors against the rabid, terrified creatures fleeing the jungle. You know the drill.

[In any case, it caused a very real problem for her: She wasn't able to do her rounds of headcounting this time, as she had so been committed to. It's a bit of a problem, especially since she hasn't had the chance to do her search at the base camp since all the excitement happened.

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[Now that she's no longer wearing her armor, her state is more perceptible. While she doesn't suffer any major injuries, she does have some cuts along the back and side of her neck, along with some bruises around her arms and knuckles.]

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[What he can see easily isn't too mad, but that doesn't mean that it is to be left like this and he tugs at her to get her to sit down.]

You should take your shirt off, yes?

[Because that can hide things, and he wants to inspect even the small wounds. Infections are more likely when the wounds are deeper, but even small injuries can become infected depending on how they were inflicted, and he's seen people lose legs and their lives over the most silly injuries. He'd rather make sure that none of that will happen here.

Which means that he needs to get some healing materials.] I will be back.

[And with that he heads off to grab the bag with the basic stuff from his pile in the bedroom.]

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[He trusts her. A a lot. Probably more than he has ever trusted someone else, if only because he not only trusts her to mean well concerning him as much as he's able, but because he also trusts her to speak the truth when she tells him things and to be able to take care of herself as much as he'd trust anyone at that.

There are a few things that he has made too many experiences with people lying about to trust anyone with it. People with injuries telling them that they're fine, thank you, and then later suffering for not wanting to admit that they got hurt is one of them. And he doesn't want her to suffer and be sad, so he has to take care of this now.]

I cannot make sure that you are not being silly and lying about having gotten hurt and hiding injuries under your shirt because you think that you were stupid for getting them, yes? People do that a lot and then bad things happen to them because it didn't treated.

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[She lifts her shirt with one hand. Not far enough to be risqué, mind you, but enough to reveal the lower half of her torso. There are some scars there, sure, but nothing nearly as bad as her upper half. The worst that can be seen is the deep scar on her lower back, if Muscovy checks, but otherwise she is just badly bruised and scraped.]

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[He reaches out to run his fingers quickly but deftly over whatever of her arms and torso she will let him touch. Yes, she has a lot of older scars - not surprising, if she was a fighter of some kind for most of her life, which he's always figured that she was and which was confirmed by what little she's told him - and he takes note of them, but mostly he is concerned with anything new, be it what he can see on the surface or not.]

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[She thinks about what happened in the jungle, back when she made Firo, AJ, Carlisle, and a dinobear float. Her lips form a straight line.] You may want to be careful with it, though. It can be a bit unpredictable.